‘leftover wine’
Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tale and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that… Continue reading
Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tale and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune ————————————————————- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money, I play… Continue reading
Ojibwa prayer and photos of Lake St. Clair.
Originally posted on BLISSFULLY LOST SOUL ❤:
“when the heart beats so hard for a lover the lips long to give words to describe how she is everything and the only yet i am…
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I saw the sun in your eyes You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you… Continue reading
Lazy Sundays Old poet told the young writer, we need more lazy Sundays, less busy Mondays. We need to find the sea, need to find the great lakes, we need to… Continue reading
Over and over again—- I drink to you, I drink to us. My rosy cheek honey, let’s in the shadows of love. O so sweet, O so tender, You bewitched my… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
Over and over again I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. “Over and over my dearest, we… Continue reading